Chapter SixThe day dawned bright and clear, yesterday’s downpour a distant memory. A cold breeze nipped at Trevor’s face as he tramped across town to the house where the bones had been found. He hunched inside his coat. Despite the chill, it felt good to be outdoors. The youngsters in the neighborhood agreed. The streets and sidewalks were swollen with them, their shouts and laughter bouncing off the buildings’ façades.
Women were hard at work, sweeping and clearing away the debris of fallen branches and leaves in front of their homes. Each homemaker seemed to take pride in keeping her environs well ordered, even in the midst of the war’s continual assault of dirt and rubble.
Or maybe because of it.
Sunshine warmed his back and glistened on the water droplets that still clung to some of
